We had discussed spending some time on the Gulf Coast and had debated about whether or not to stick to the coast entirely through the states of Louisiana, Mississippi and Alabama. Ultimately, Natchez Trace and Tupelo were on my list of would love to see, so we decided to weave our way in and out of selected coastal areas in order to accommodate those inland points of interest. In Texas, we spent time in both Corpus Christi and Galveston.
Heading into Corpus Christi, it was a very windy drive and the weather over the next couple of days wasn’t very promising. When I checked in, I had asked the park ranger about weather prospects and she mentioned that storms tend to kind of dissolve or split and miss that area entirely – man I hope she knew what she was talking about. As we pulled up to our electric/water site, we realized the back of our travel trailer would be mere feet (8-ish) from the water’s edge…perfect! Any proximity to water is a sure fire remedy for some soul soothing serenity.
We completely lucked out during our stay and didn’t have any foul weather whatsoever. Mornings were brisk, afternoons warm and lovely (perfect for taking Caira on her walks to explore the area), and the evenings required neither a heater nor the proactive steps to avoid frozen hoses in the morning. The Gulf water isn’t very clear, so strike the turquoise images from your head, but the area was quiet and peaceful and we did see a small pod of dolphins and lots of different birds during our daily walks. We wished we could have stayed a little longer, but already had reservations at our next location. Additionally, since the site wasn’t full hookup, it does limit how many days we can go before having to empty our grey water tank. The sensor doesn’t appear to be accurate, so it’s complete guesswork to stay ahead of it!
Since Mike had dealt with the winds on our drive in, it was only fair I take my turn. I towed from Corpus Christi to our next stop in Galveston. The weather gods were with me, so it wasn’t quite as bad as what Mike had dealt with on the inbound stretch. I got us most of the way, but handed over the wheel after getting a little flustered in the home stretch by a huge swarm of sport bike motorcyclists. There had to have been a at least a few clubs riding together, and their numbers were huge.
Upon arriving at the park that would be our home the next few days, we realized it was across the main road from the water, so no views per se. However, what this spot had going for it was the roar of gulf waves crashing along the shoreline. What it lacked in visual interest, it certainly made up for in auditory stimulation. Caira really enjoyed our twice daily walks to the beach and her off leash romps on the sand. We had one really great day weather wise, but the other two were inclement enough that it prevented us from checking out the tree sculptures and doing our planned day trip to Houston. Roads in the vicinity are prone to flooding and news reporters warned of how fraught with accidents the roadways in and around Houston were.
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